Reading

Hi, I'm going to read a passage from Bulgakov's "Master Margaret".

Marguerite downloaded the rosary, and the heated sole of her shoe was nice to cool the stone fields. Marguerite rang once, another one, but no one answered. Marguerite pushed the button harder, and she heard the alarm that went up in Latunsky's apartment.

Yes, around life, you should be grateful to the late Berliot, apartment 84 resident, on the eighth floor, for Chairman Masolith taking the tram, and for the emergency meeting just set for this evening.

The lucky star was born a Latin critic. She saved him from meeting Marguerite, who became a witch this Friday. No one opened it. Then Marguerite's witches went down counting floors.

I got to the bottom of the plane, broke out into the street, and the dirt track was calculated and checked the floors outside, figuring out which windows of the Latvian apartment are. No doubt it was five dark windows in two buildings on the eighth floor.